Harvest: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to be emotionally present for the birth of your baby. But I see that you just want somebody to dope you up, strap you down, and yank it out.
Niles: Oh, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Don't go.
Daphne: Yes, our friend was just leaving.
Roz: All right. You're right, I'm sorry. This is a private matter. You need to do what's right for you.
[Roz pulls a hair from Daphne's head]
Daphne: Ow!
Roz: Times a million.